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Excellent model essay on "family warmth" in senior high school entrance examination
Excellent model essay on "family warmth" in senior high school entrance examination
Life is warm because of you.
In life, you have always been unpretentious, but this does not prevent you from bringing me endless touches. Ordinary life has become infinitely warm as spring because of you.
You always wear that white coat, and thick cocoons have been ground on your hands. The deep and clear cracks are like dry and cracked land. But every time you buy me clothes, you are extremely generous. You always smile and say, "Girl, you are a junior high school student. You can't dress casually like you did when you were a child. Otherwise the students will laugh. " Then, you reach out your chapped hand and choose those red, yellow and green clothes for me. You said that girls should dress like flowers at home. Put on the clothes you choose, the girl in the mirror is really like a flower in spring. In your loving eyes, she felt the warmth and love from you.
Do you remember that sentence you said to others that day? Maybe you've forgotten. Because you always take care of your daughter and forget yourself. But it is deeply imprinted in my mind, so clear.
That day, you just finished working in the farmland and came home. I wanted to have a rest, but I saw at a glance that the wooden basin was full of my changed clothes. You shook your head and sighed for a while, but you still moved a small wooden stool and sat down next to the tub.
At this moment, Liu Yi, a neighbor, came to chat with you and saw that you had just finished farm work, but came back to wash clothes. I can't help praising your diligence. He also said, "I'm tired of washing clothes every day!" "But you smiled and said," Hey, what do you mean, you don't work hard? If mothers don't wash their clothes, who do you want to wash them? "
Although your words were simple, they suddenly melted in my heart that night. Let me move, let me warm. Just like basking in the warm sunshine and drinking warm milk tea in winter.
I always like to complain to you about all kinds of grievances at school when I get home on weekends. I worked hard, but I failed the exam. Did not speak but was criticized by the teacher; The front table is too stingy, the back table is too overbearing ... and you just came out with a smile to help me carry my schoolbag, handed the washed apples to my hand, and came over to listen to me and pour out my grievances angrily. Then you will ask a lot of details and analyze them with me. You said you didn't do well in this exam, and mom believes you will do well in the next exam. You said that your deskmate talked to you, and the teacher criticized you for sharing joys and sorrows with your deskmate ... Your words were like a big cattail leaf fan, which suddenly dispelled the dark clouds in my heart and let the sun shine into my heart, so comfortable and warm.
Until dinner time, you will always smile and serve delicious food, which is my favorite. When I was eating, I kept picking up food for me. I said with distress, "Eat more, it's hard at school ..."
In this way, you always give me warmth. Let me live forever in the warm circle created by your maternal love, as if I had never left your arms.
Mom, because of you, my life becomes as warm as spring. In this spring, my saplings will thrive.
Excellent model essay on "warm family" in the second senior high school entrance examination
A scene that touches the heart
On summer nights, bright Chineydy blooms all over the sky. A faint moon hangs quietly in the night sky, giving off bright light. Under the gentle breeze, the pond is covered with silver, the tall reeds are floating in the wind, and the frogs are coming one after another, as if from a distant horizon, from a beautiful and far-reaching memory. ...
The night sky in my memory is full of stars, and a bright moonlight quietly covers the earth. The dim light beam on the edge of the pond is particularly dazzling in the night, and several small flying insects dance in the light, drawing a perfect arc. At the end of the beam, a shaking figure appeared. His gentle face was clearly visible in the soft light. You can clearly see that the sweat on his face dripped to the ground along the outline of his face and died happily. The waterwheel rotates rapidly in his hands, and water flows into the ground from his feet, nourishing the sleeping crops. Frogs are constantly coming from the reeds, blending with the "creaking" sound of the waterwheel, as if the sleeping earth were whispering softly. A sudden breeze blew down a large area of reeds on the ground and blew up the worn vest soaked by the sweat of the workers. The light, the reed, the waterwheel, the people who bent down and worked happily-the scene in front of me seemed to solidify at this moment and became a beautiful scenery in my memory, engraved in my mind for a long time-my heart.
Standing on the edge of the ridge, the heavy kettle in my hand made me take back my wandering thoughts. Just about to take the next step, the sound of the waterwheel came to an abrupt end. Grandpa stood by the pond and waved to me: "Little darling, why are you here?" "I brought you water." I shook the kettle in my hand and replied.
Grandpa and I sat side by side on the ridge. Maybe we are too thirsty. Grandpa took a few sips of water. I looked at my grandfather and asked him, "Grandpa, why don't you drive the water during the day?" It's dark at night ... ""It's too hot during the day. " Grandpa put down his glass, looked at the field in front of him and said, "It's a living hell to drive water on a hot day." "Oh," I nodded. For a long time, grandpa looked up at the crops in the field and sighed, "In ten or twenty days, these things will mature." Grandpa's words are full of hardships and faint joy. I looked up at my grandfather and found his eyes so happy for the first time. It seems that the happiness under the sun can't compare with the joy of his harvest. "Go home," grandpa said. "It's getting dark and the road is not good." I replied, stood up and walked back. Behind me, there was the creaking sound of the waterwheel. I turned around and saw Grandpa Shui's back in the moonlight, which seemed a little lonely. At a loss, I found my grandfather old. ...
Grandpa has been dealing with fields all his life, and he will be very happy when the crops are harvested; When the harvest is bad, he will also sigh for it. I have worked hard all my life and have long been integrated with his field. I am happy for him and sad for him. His life value has been reflected in hard work. When he watched his relatives have enough food and clothing because of their own labor, his efforts were rewarded. So he worked because he was happy, and he was happy because he worked, and his life became extremely fulfilling.
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Excellent model essay on "family warmth" in senior high school entrance examination
Finally found the answer
Why?
Two people are old, but the room is separated by a few meters. What is the need to shout every few minutes?
Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I always want to find out what happened. So I set foot on the road to find the answer. ...
Grandma is eighty, but she is not blind or deaf, and she can narrow her eyes and sew in the house. Grandpa who is three years older than her can't do it. He doesn't want to walk. He always likes to sit in the sun on a cane chair.
Only a few meters apart, grandma will put down her work in a few minutes, "old man!" " "Grandma called it that.
Grandpa shouldn't. Grandma was in a hurry and walked to the front. Seeing that grandpa was in good health, he fell asleep on the cane chair. Then, grandma smiled like a child: "this dead old man, people ignore him."
Such things happen every day.
I'm curious, I really want to know the answer and spy on the secret.
Is grandma bored? Nobody talks? Then why did she just shout instead of talking to grandpa?
What do you call grandpa for? Still shouting so much? I think of grandma seeing grandpa's good and contented back. The sun always shines on grandma at the perfect angle, and every time such a picture shines with warm brilliance.
As long as someone agrees, okay? I continue to wonder. ...
In this case again, I will cover my mouth and answer "Hey-"slowly like my grandfather's voice, but grandma can always say it, no matter how realistic I imitate it. "Little girl is making trouble here ..." Grandma patted me with a rough calloused hand to show her reproach. Smiling slightly ...
Grandma is still the same.
Day after day, the curiosity to find the answer bites my heart like a "poisonous snake".
Forget it. I'm burning my bridges. "Grandma, what are you always shouting? Don't hate it. "
Grandma looked at me tenderly with a happy smile on her face. "Girl, you don't understand. I know that he is fine, and I am at ease. "
At that moment, my heart, soaked, was a drop of dew in the stamen. The questions of the past few days have finally been answered. ...
"I am relieved to have you here." Grandma's words remind me of "if you are well, it will be sunny." Grandma can't say such literary words, but she conveys the softest feelings in the world in the simplest language! This is the most beautiful scenery in the world. What's wrong with plain tea and rice? What does it matter to be old? "With you, I'm at ease ..."
I think the so-called "love" is nothing more than that, and greatness permeates the ordinary. It is the person I love, the person I miss, who must exist well where I can see, where I can reach and where I can walk.
Fortunately, I finally found the answer, and I can know the care, warmth and love of grandma's generation. I see, that voice phone is saying, with you, the whole world is here.
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